Page 101 of Better Left Unsaid

“No two ways about it,” he agreed. “Now ditch the panties, and I don’t ever want to see you wear them again. In fact, burn all the ones you own. From now on, I want easy access to take you whenever and wherever I want.”

He took off his shirt as I lost my panties, kicking my feet and letting them fall to the floor.

I opened my mouth to speak, but instead I whimpered as his mouth came down on mine, and he pushed me into the living room, my backside ramming up against the back of the couch. “Can’t wait,” he said. “Have to be inside you.”

“Good,” I replied, widening my eyes. “Because that’s where I want you.” He gave my ass a friendly tap. “Turn around.” He held both of his hands on my hips, positioning me just the way he wanted me.

I bent over the couch. Flipping my hair to one side, I looked over my shoulder. “You have no idea how badly I want you.” I didn’t need to touch myself to know that I was soaked.

He palmed my butt cheek before giving it a light spank. “If it’s half as bad as the way I want you, then you must be as wet as an entire bottle of lube.”

I exhaled, waiting for him to enter me from behind. It was like waiting for water to boil, though. “Are you going to do it already?”

“Patience is something you sorely lack.”

“I’d like to be sore, and I could be if you’d enter me already.”

He roared with laughter. “You’ll be sore, all right. Because you’re coming multiple times.”

I swallowed. “Multiple times?” I’d never done that before. Part of me wondered if that was even something I could do.

“Yep, so get ready.”

“I don’t think I can—”

He didn’t wait for me to finish my sentence, just moved his hips and slammed Bulldog into me so fast, so ferociously that I could feel the stretch. It wasn’t painful, though. It actually felt. . . good.

My heart did cartwheels as my pussy pulsed at a rapid pace. It was like it had its own heartbeat.

He pounded into me at a rough, punishing pace that had my butt cheeks bouncing. “I love this angle because I get to see you take my cock like a good girl. Do you know how well you’re taking it? Bulldog can’t wait to bark for you.”

He was buried deep inside me—just as I wanted—and I felt so incredibly full. Dom had been right because this time wasn’t like past times we’d had sex. It felt different. I felt more connected to him. And all I wanted to do was look at him. I turned my head, but he pulled on my hair, making me face forward again. “Faster,” I said, urgency in my voice.

He moved his hands on my hips, adjusting them so he entered me more, if that as even possible. “I wish you could see the way you stretch to take me. You’re practically swallowing me whole, and it’s fucking incredible.”

I’d never felt as alive as I did in this moment.

The only two sounds filling the air were the slap of his hips against my butt and our arousals with each hard thrust.

“You ready to come?” he asked.

I arched my back and pushed myself onto him even further. I think I was. “Almost.”

He brought his thumb around to my clit and rubbed circles on it. Then he took two fingers, not even easing into me with one at a time, and pushed them inside me.

Oh, man.

The pressure was too much.

It was everywhere, and I couldn’t take it. “I’m going to come,” I told him.

“That’s it. Give me your first orgasm, so we can move onto the second one. Coat my cock. Make sure it’s a lot, too, okay? That way you’re dripping everywhere when you’re done.”

That was all it took for my body to tighten, my butt cheeks to clench, and for me to clench down on his cock like a vise. It was an explosion of color as I white-knuckled it, grasping the couch hard.

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Dominic

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